They say that
love turns
everyone to a
poet.
so how come
I hear the echo
of my words
drifting away
whenever you
come closer ?
why do I forget
the way my
verses rhyme,
every time my
eyes lock with
yours?
love is supposed
to make you see
rainbows in a
cloudy day,
love knocks at
your door to
chase away
your sorrow.
but the only thing
that your voice
chased is the
poetic lullaby that
used to put my
heart to sleep.
for every time
our lips collide,
my metaphors
slip through my
fingers and
escape my grasp
no matter how
tight it might be.
you couldn't
bear seeing me
in pain, so your
hands roamed
my body in
search for any
wounds,
unaware of the
deepest wound
that my soul
carry.
I'm sorry for
pushing you
away my dear,
but we both
know that even
your gentle
kisses can't
fill the void
inside of my
chest.
YOU ARE READING
Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
